Rebirth of a Movie Queen: the President of the Empire Is Sent to the Door

   "It's... it's me." The remaining props crew member replied tremblingly.

  Everyone's eyes focused on him instantly, and Zheng Fanghe asked with a cold face: "Did you bring this thing up?"

  "Yes...no...I kept this thing before." The man's voice trembled slightly, his face was full of panic, as if he was worried that Zheng Fanghe would blame himself for it.

  His posture fell in the eyes of everyone is tantamount to being a guilty conscience. Zheng Fanghe looked like wind and rain, but still patiently asked again: "Before you took over, this thing was like this?"

   "No, it's not." The person subconsciously looked at the previous staff member and hesitated, "Before... it was normal before, but... it was made of foam, not solid wood."

   Zheng Fanghe's eyes suddenly narrowed when he heard the words: "In other words, the problem is with you."

  As soon as Zheng Fang and these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere changed again, and An Ruixin's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Seeing that everyone’s eyes turned cold and vigilant, the staff member suddenly became anxious: "No, no, listen to me to explain the director. This thing has indeed been kept by me before, but I swear I will never I haven't moved my hands or feet on this thing."

   "Then tell me, since you haven't moved your hands or feet, how did a good foam pillar become solid wood?"

"This……"

  The man's face was pale, and he didn't know how to explain it, and the staff in the same group as him couldn't help but reminded: "Lao Lin, if you think about it, has anyone touched this thing before but you?"

   "Yes!" The staff member who was called "Old Lin" heard these words, his eyes lightened, and he said loudly, "There is one."

  Zheng Fang and tiger eyebrows twisted, and said in a deep voice, "Who?"

  "A...a young man in his early twenties. At that time, he came to urge the props, and I happened to be busy with other things. I couldn't get my hands free, so I asked him to help move the props out. I didn't expect..."

  "A young man in his early twenties?" Zheng Fanghe turned his eyes and turned to look at the scene, "Go, call me all the young boys in their early twenties on the crew."

  Changwu was stunned for a moment, and soon understood Zheng Fanghe's plan, and gathered the young people in the early twenties of the crew as quickly as possible, and drew them in front of Zheng Fanghe.

   "Director, all the young people in our crew are here."

  Zheng Fanghe nodded, then turned to look at Lao Lin: "You mean, who is the one who helped you move the props?"

  "This..." Lao Lin's gaze swept across the group of young people, but he was surprised to find that there was no one among them but the one he saw.

  Zheng Fanghe looked at Lao Lin’s face, and he had a vague guess in his heart: "No?"

  Old Lin's face was distressed, and Zheng Fanghe's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out the ink.

Lao Lin also followed Zheng Fanghe for a while, seeing his face so ugly, "Director, you have to believe me, this matter really has nothing to do with me. Although I am not a cultural person, I still have the basic ethics of being a human being. It is absolutely impossible to do such a harmful and wicked thing without your conscience. Director, you have to trust me!"